Why I Love Public Transportation (most of the time)

This morning, as I was walking to the bus stop (gotta love that public transportation), I saw a man combing his hair. That actually does happen, probably more that you’d think. However, this man was likely homeless. (The dirt, the smell, and the trolley filled with garbage & recycling were my clues.) He was very seriously combing & styling his hair in front of a department store window, teasing it to get it just right. A couple of minutes later, he walked – no sashayed – by me. I don’t know what he did to his hair, but it obviously made him feel fancy.

The other day, again on the bus, I was directly behind a young woman who was on the phone. She was talking so fast that I couldn’t understand anything, except for after every phrase she said, “You know?” Every once in a while, she’d say something like, “Wait a minute! You thought I was going to, like, puke? That’s stupid!” About 20 minutes into her conversation I realized she was speaking Arabic. That probably explains why I didn’t understand the rest of her conversation. I’ve never heard anyone talk that fast though. She could win contests. (I loved that the English thrown in was very slangy.)

I can’t say I always love the bus – it takes me 1.5 hours or so to get home from work, and about 75 minutes to get to work – but it certainly can be entertaining. Plus I’m getting a lot of reading done. And, I got to see this (best for last):

Yesterday I was riding the bus home. As is often the case, the bus was on a fairly major street. We stopped at a red light. Again – nothing out of the ordinary. I looked out the window and saw a woman in the parking lot of a largish apartment complex carrying three small, white trash bags and a rifle. She put everything in the trunk of a Cadillac. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation. I have a hard time believing anyone would clean up a murder at 6 PM on the busiest street in North Portland (unless that was her plan….oooooh…devious).  Please, please share your theories in the comments. It’s Friday and we all need some entertainment to get us through until martini time.

11 responses to “Why I Love Public Transportation (most of the time)

  1. Maybe that’s the best time to clean up a murder – no one would expect it!

  2. It’s funny, I LOVE subways but hate buses. (Question: why are there not two S’s in buses? It should be busses, otherwise we should pronounce it to rhyme with “abuses”)

    Buses stop too damn much, and I always seem to end up near a crazy person and am not nearly as good natured about it as you are.

    Too funny about the trash bags and shotgun. Yikes.

  3. Hmmm… I’m thinking it was a cooking experiment gone terribly wrong. At least that’s what it’d be in my case. The rifle, however, I can not explain.

    I am not a fan of public transportation. Then again, I live in the Midwest. We don’t really do public transportation. Hello, energy crises and pollution contributors! Seriously, the MAJOR city I live near does NOT have reliable subways, buses or taxis. But that’s an entirely different rant/post for another day.

    • I live in LA for 7 years. Before I moved there, I sold my car, becasue I was moving to the big city (really, one of the biggest), and would be able to take public transportation. I last just under a year before I bought a car. LA has CRAP transportation. Now that I’ve lived in Portland for two years (today!), I feel that I can bitch about the bus service in my neighborhood, but it’s about 1 million times better than LA.

  4. I ADORE your way with words.

    the way you said it made him feel FANCY? total mental image conjured.

    xo xo,

    Miz., who hasnt been on the bus since 1993 or so & caint comment.

    (left you a comment on my site. bottom line? where’s the tat pic?!)

  5. I applaud your efforts for our mother (earth, that is!) as I don’t know that I could stomach 2 hours and 45 minutes of TriMet. Major pats on the back!

    I occasionally take the streetcar, and even more occasionally, the MAX to the airport, but you my friend, you are the holiest of the holy!

    I seriously wouldn’t be too surprised to hear about a brazen murderer cleaning up after themselves on Lombard. An ex used to live in the thick of things on Lombard and I saw all kinds of cra-zay sh*t.

    • I would love to pretend that all my efforts are because I’m such a big earth lover (and I am! I recycle! I have reusable grocery bags! I compost!), but the real truth is that I can’t drive to work because there is no parking. I am on the list to get parking, but the list? the first people on that list were added to the list is 2001!!!!! So, I am all earth friendly, but not THAT earth friendly.